| Don’t you go looking so surprised, baby don’t you look so stunned
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| Didn’t I tell you that a cold november’d come?
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| And deliver the leaves from green to red,
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| To blowing in the wind stone dead
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| Well I never used to notice this awful quiet, mmmmh
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| And fall was just the calm before the next spring riot, mmmhh
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| Of wildflowers and lunatic rivers —
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| Sweat jumping off of the skin of love givers, mmh (in the park)
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| Scattered leaves don’t lie
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| Aw’now baby, baby, quit your cryin'
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| Like everything that ever mattered, scit-scat scattered
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| Like every love word you heard
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| But that’s just the way when you walk your days
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| In the beauty of this world
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| Pretty little disappointments all in a row
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| Been about a year since you disappeared through my door
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| And now you come back with your head on straight,
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| But I got no love or hate left for you, girl
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| You must be the daughter of the late, late rose — I’m November’s son
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| And I’m here to tell you, honey, ooh what’s done is done
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| Yeah, I been claimed by the wind and the rain
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| There ain’t no going back, naw there ain’t no going back again (for us now)
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| Repeat chorus |